Classic Pooh has got to be the coolest bear you can find. The muted colors, laid back attitude, fuzzy voice, British roots, and minimalist sketches get me every time. I’m not a fan of licensed characters, but come on, this guy is just too cool to be lumped into the same category as Barney and the Care Bears. But, is there such thing as too much Pooh? Is my baby going to grow up thinking Pooh is a fourth member of the Trinity?
On a given day, I wake up in the morning to find my son dressed in his finest Pooh footed pajamas, smiling at the Pooh mobile hanging over his bed. I take him out of his bed and entertain him with one of five stuffed Poohs while changing him into a clean diaper and Pooh t-shirt. Then, we go out to the living room and he plays in his Pooh play pen (officially called a play yard these days, I guess manufacturers wanted it to be less piglet-ish). At the end of the day, I wrap him in a soft blue Pooh blanket for his final feeding, the room lit dimly by a Pooh table lamp. As soon as I turn out the light, the reassuring Pooh night light keeps watch over the guy. I’m loving it.
Oh well…at least I didn’t name my son Christopher Robin. That would have been too much.
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Believe it or not… I named my very first Cabbage Patch Christopher Robin. It was my sixth birthday and the year that Cabbage Patch’s first became a hit item. I’m not sure why I named him that… I don’t think it had any connection with Pooh.
Wow. I think you may have been indoctrinated by Pooh as well! Without even knowing it!